I would never exaggerate a story about my kids, as you know. So here's the honest truth. It starts out:

"Mom, the bathroom is flooded." A friend over playing had flooded the toilet, but was too embarrassed to tell me. So instead she went and found Kayleigh and told her. By this time the floor was covered. And by the time I saw it, the water had already dripped through the floor making 2 big puddles in the basement. My calling "Get some towels" produced one small floor towel. "5 big towels, please" was a bit better. I never got the 5 towels, but might as well shoot for the moon and hit a satellite.

After sopping up water from both floors, I started handing the kids all the wet stuff from the basement to be carried upstairs to dry in the garage. That's about when I heard Kayleigh telling her friend "Parents can be so unpredictable."